I don't travel for work very often and when I do it usually is something less than exotic. Working for a software development organization usually means a trip involving long hours, weekend work, being away from my family and dealing with clients that want to know why it took so long to solve the problem in the first place.

My one and only trip to Hawaii started off the same as most trips. One thing that was different, I believe I was the only person on the plane that was going to Hawaii for work. It seemed like everyone was in a festive mood but me. In fact, somewhere over the Pacific the pilot announced that in a rare occurence there was no more beer available. Every can had been sold! I thought I was in a beer commercial.

I arrived at the airport and the advance team was waiting for me so we could go directly to work. I did get "laied" at the airport so maybe this trip would be special. We put a tough week in with the usual long hours, but this time the client was very gracious. The lovely weather (I was amazed the office had no AC), the beautiful flowers and the pleasant work atmosphere had made this trip much better than average. The best was yet to come.

Sitting in my room the last night before returning to the States there was a knock on the door. As I walked toward the door I expected it was someone on the team confirming travel arrangements for the next day. It was my wife! I couldn't believe it. She had called my boss and made arrangements for us to stay an extra week in Hawaii. What a week we had enjoying the beaches, the luaus and the wonderful people. That's just another reason I married that woman.

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